Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 896:

“I noticed you were quick to hide something as I walked in. Why not show me what kind of news has your attention?”

Moving efficiently, Kiley brought up the list of recently visited sites with a few swift movements.

Displayed on the monitor, words like “Maia,” “explosion,” and “heroine” practically leapt from the search bar.

The entire room seemed to pause, silence thickening around them.

“So, Maia’s been on your mind,” said Kiley, voice even as she watched Raegan closely. A slow, knowing smile curled at the edge of her mouth. “I never would have guessed you were so invested in her story.”

chest tighten, but she kept a straight face, showing no hint

without a second thought. You just stood there, taking it all in quietly. So… I thought maybe I could

if weighing the meaning behind Raegan’s confession. Back at the show, Raegan had reacted oddly whenever Maia was around. It seemed Raegan did care—hoping to avenge

hid her grin, sure that her tale had done the trick. To make her story sound more believable, she let a natural gleam flicker in her eyes as she spoke. “I honestly didn’t see it coming… the moment Maia got back to Wront, she blew up online. People

in, dropping her voice to a near-whisper. “Kiley, something about her

doesn’t sit right?” Kiley looked surprised, her curiosity instantly piqued by Raegan’s vague warning. “What are you

𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸏ⅽ𝗈𝗺

the truth, Maia doesn’t come across like someone

explained, “The way she carries herself—it’s too smooth, too polished. Like she’s been practicing it in front of a mirror. I’m starting to think her entire background’s been put together on purpose. Listen. The identity she’s been using—it doesn’t add up. It’s like someone took bits and pieces from totally unrelated lives and stitched them together. You don’t usually see former inmates rising to the top in business, art, and music

one sounding believable and well thought out. There was no way a person could become that skilled in such a short span—unless Maia